Payback
The past few visits to New Orleans have brought some interesting new words into Alex’s vocabulary. (The most significant is actually not a word, but a cajun expression that goes, AAAAAA-IIIIEEEEEE!) I’m quite sure my mother gets great enjoyment out of planting words in my kid’s head, only to have her regurgitate them at the most in-opportune times. But I actually have my father to thank for the latest embarassing moment.
My parents have an old slot machine set up in their kitchen. Of course, Alex is immediately drawn to the bright colors and general shininess of the big box (I have NO idea where she gets that from). So as soon as we arrive, she always runs to my father, who helps her insert the shiny coin into the slot, leans over and pulls the handle with great determination, and stands back to observe as fate takes over.
Whhhirrrrrrrrr. Click. Click. Click.
“LOOOOOO-SER!” my father says as three different icons fall into line. He holds an “L” sign up to his forehead as Alex squeals with delight. “Again, Ampa, Again!” And so it goes, all weekend, Alex & Ampa play the LOOOOOSER game.
This morning started like any other; I woke up late, rushed to get dressed, (forgot my camera for a very important photo shoot), and grabbed Alex to run her into the daycare. Andy, the daycare supervisor, greeted Alex with her daily hug.
“Hey Alex! Did you play anything this weekend?”
I watched in horror as she raised her tiny little fingers into a perfect “L” against her forehead.
“LOOOOOSER!”
It just makes a Mommy proud.